3 1 6 Silk and Scarlet. 



Hill. This was the day when Mr. Hodgson, for 

 perhaps the only time in his life, composed a triplet, 

 under evidently a prophetic impulse. They had killed 

 their first fox up a tree near Gransmoor, and he 

 suddenly burst out, as they moved on to draw again 

 with" Will, I say— 



"The first we've killed in a tree, 

 The second we'll kill in the sea, 

 That's the way it will be." 



And so the event proved, and Lord Hawke begged 

 the pad to nail for luck on the new kennels at Bads- 

 worth. Will wears a trophy at his watch chain to this 

 day, in the shape of the tooth of the Dringhoe fox, 

 which gave them such a run through Nafferton, where 

 they had a slight check, and past Driffield, to Dotteril 

 Whin. He was only a hundred yards ahead of the 

 hounds, within a few fields of the whin, but still they 

 did not view him till Will cracked his whip, and he 

 turned nearly broadside to it for an instant. They 

 ran into him just fifty yards outside the cover, and 

 Colonel Thompson cut a large ** H " on the back of 

 one of the trees, for a memorial of that day. An 

 Oustwick Whin fox, which they killed at Little Hat- 

 field, after twelve miles straight, added another to 

 their red-letter days ; and as the present master, and 

 the late Rev. John Bower and Mr. Melford took their 

 fences, stroke for stroke, Aleck Boswell might well say 

 to his companion, as they " crept a bit," to keep near 

 them J ''Look at 'em, Will! no country has three 

 better r 



Mr. Hodgson's AH things comc to an end ; and Will 

 Wind-up. shall tell of the wind-up himself. " My 

 last day and last run in Holderness," he writes, " was 

 on May 3rd, 1837. The meet was at Water Priory, 

 the seat of Lord Muncaster. We went twelve miles 

 to cover, and were at him, on and off, for twelve hours 

 under a burning sun, and then pulled him down at. 



